Don't ask me where I got the notion, but I've had this weird craving to fly a kite for months now. I casually looked around at Target and Wal-mart for a kite, but these things are surprisingly hard to find. Thought, without any real seriousness, about trying to find one online. But then we all received one as the give-away at the summer picnic, so I was like, great.
So Garry and I made our way to the designated kite-flying area next to Shoreline Park, giddy with excitement. Okay, I was giddy, he was humoring me. We put the thing together and tried to launch it in the air--no dice. It kept wanting to circle downwards. Now, neither of us knew very much about kite-flying, but I figured there were a couple layers of wind coming off the Bay, and if we could just get it above a certain height, it would be good to go. But it didn't want to climb up higher. We tried a lot of different things, from tugging on it, to running with it, to standing on a park bench. In the process met a very chatty five-year-old named Sophie, along with her cousins. Our kite kept getting tangled with theirs and bringing it down.
Finally, we had a lightbulb moment were we altered the angle of the string that connected to the kite, so the kite would stay more upright against the wind. Voila! Up it went. Below are the results, along with my boyfriend who looks like a Japanese hipster-guitarist or something like that.
